Today Morgan (20 months old) for the very first time sat back and watched me wash the kitchen floor without the "let me help you with that mop, Mum" game
Do you think he's growing up?
Washing the floor has often been like a gym work-out with me trying to wrestle the mop from him and both of us getting very wet
I often waited until OH took him round the block and rushed around with the mop before they got back
I don't know
one minute it's a struggle with a lively pup and then before you know it you go all nostalgic and want that naughty little boy back again